Out of courtesy, Elliot asks me as I disembark his car, ‘Are you sure?’
But during the drive, he’d already handed me papers and I’d penned my signature over several binding lines. Of course I read through it, every word. They weren’t taking total advantage of me. No line was vague and I had the power to terminate the contract as long as I agreed not to expose any other agents working alongside me.
They clearly expressed in several places that I could be imprisoned and fined for turning sides, truly allying with the mafia. At least my cooperation exempts me from any crimes I would commit to keep my identity, as the whole time my life would be imperiled.
In my tote bag, I arrange a birth certificate, a University law diploma, a new phone, passport, records, and the driver’s license of F
